The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Susan has arrived. Judging from her strength, she has already reached the high level, and is quite powerful at that.

As a swordswoman, she moved swiftly. Before the spellcaster "Leona" could turn around, the blade touched her cloak, triggering an unexpected spell. Her Shadow Step once again carried her away from the danger zone.

"Hmph, Whitney, watch out, I'll be keeping a close eye on you from the shadows."

Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, "Leona" sneered: "As long as you are alone, I will attack you. I will make sure you never have a peaceful night's sleep, until I kill you."

Using a deceptive sound technique to deliver a harsh threat that most of the spies in the vicinity could hear, Leona then disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving behind a panting Whitney and a serious-looking Susan.

"A long-term battle..."

Maginus opened her eyes in the study. Seeing an old friend made her feel uneasy, and she was even more annoyed that she hadn't killed him immediately.

She'll take it slow. She'll make those two feel despair, especially the traitor. No matter what, she'll have to kill her whole family.

The woman, who had been glued to the chair, moved away, and Maginus hugged Mira in her surprised gaze, burying his nose in her hair and taking a deep breath.

"Did you take a bath with rosewater yesterday?"

"Yes, I took a shower with my sister."

Mira said shyly, releasing the maid and leaving her study. Maginus knocked on Lenia's door.

"Please come in"

A weak, feeble voice was heard. When she pushed open the door, she found her queen lying on the table, showing no sign of moving.

"Ah, Your Majesty, there's so much work to do, I don't want to do it anymore."

The purple-haired girl looked up, her dark circles under her eyes very obvious, clearly she was really about to collapse, and immediately complained when she saw it was Maginus.

"You're already this tired just from having you proofread some things. If I'm not around one day and need you to manage things for me, you'll be exhausted."

"Ah, Mira is here, but aren't there any other maids to help me with this?"

"Not yet, they need to improve their strength first."

After closing the door, Magnius picked up Lenia and sat between her and the chair, using one hand to handle her official duties and the other to handle her personal affairs, while also venting his own emotions.

"Ouch, it hurts a little."

Nestled in Maginot's arms, Lenya sensed that her mood was not good, but she did not resist, allowing Her Majesty the Queen to do as she pleased, and did not intend to investigate further.

Chapter 572 The Great Selection

The outer edge of the mountains where orcs reside.

The army was already pressing in, and the generals were planning their tactics in their tents, considering how to completely wipe out this group of orcs, and if possible, also to save the villagers who had been kidnapped.

Protecting the villagers wasn't just about "protecting the villagers"; it was more due to Maginus's requirements. She wanted to assess the quality of the soldiers over this period and specifically set two conditions.

First, we can't let too many orcs escape, but we also can't kill them all, as we still need laborers for mining and other tasks.

Secondly, protect the residents as much as possible. Of course, if the other side wants to use prisoners as leverage, the army can do so at will.

Having spent so much on military spending and trained so many soldiers, Maginus naturally wanted to see the results, and she would throw a tantrum if she wasn't satisfied.

"According to the stalkers' report, the slaves are mostly gathered in the peripheral area. If we want to protect their evacuation, it would be best to break into this area and take everyone away."

"It's obvious that the orcs' builders aren't very good. If we just open up the city walls or gates, they can be easily rescued."

The generals nodded, somewhat troubled by the first request. The first request was the most difficult, as the orcs needed to be more familiar with the forest, making it easy for them to escape.

To stop them from escaping, either set up a blockade or control all the important exits.

"And the high-ranking orcs, I'll leave that to you two to deal with, Ms. Yueqian and Mr. Yueliang."

"Ah, leave it to us."

Inside the tent, the generals were discussing things enthusiastically, and the soldiers were preparing for the great battle. Their faces showed no signs of relaxation, but also little fear.

As Maginus granted the soldiers leave and allowed them to leave the camp, many chose to return to farming, but many others did not leave.

Soldiers mostly think only of two things: being able to eat their fill in the army and having the hope of one day achieving great things. This is especially true when some adventurers find that the army's policies are better than being adventurers themselves, so they decisively join the army.

"Hey, after this operation, how about we go to a tavern for a big meal, and maybe pick up some pretty girls at the Lusty Lips Ball?"

"No, I need to save money to buy a piece of land and a house, and then find a wife."

"Sigh, why aren't you excited at all? We're still so young, why are you in such a hurry to find a wife?"

Two soldiers with completely different personalities and values ​​come together for a conversation. One is a hunter who started his life as an adventurer at a young age, while the other is a beggar who joined the army to make a living.

The soldier, who came from a peasant background, rubbed his longsword, preparing himself to prevent his body from becoming unresponsive in the event of a sudden battle, thus avoiding cramps, palpitations, or other problems.

The soldier, who was a hunter, was also crouching, talking to his friend as he crouched.

As the lowest-ranking soldiers, they weren't even considered professionals; they weren't skilled in swift movements, nor did they have a clear nemesis.

"Hmph, have you ever thought about seeking a breakthrough in this battle, fully mastering the skills you know, and becoming a professional?"

"Of course I want to. Once I become a professional, I can just tell my boss and I can get more money."

"Tsk, look at your ambition. Becoming a professional is not as simple as just making money. Who knows, you might rise to the top and be noticed by a noble lady, reaching the pinnacle of life."

Imagining the future, the captain's words prompted the two to rush over to assemble immediately. Compared to these new recruits, the veterans who had experienced the great battle were more composed. Due to the scarcity of veterans, many of those who survived the battlefield became captains and led the new recruits.

There is an urgent need for combat to hone the new recruits, and the orc cities in the mountains, as well as the bandits and brigands on the various hilltops within New Nessere, are the best targets.

That's right, not only in the Orc Mountains, but also in other regions, armies launched anti-bandit operations.

"We're about to go to the battlefield, so everyone be alert, don't be afraid, and remember what I'm telling you."

The captain patted the new recruits on the shoulder, still looking a little worried. He remembered how he felt when he first went to the battlefield.

The hunter soldier patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Captain, we'll definitely come back safely."

After offering a few words of encouragement to the new recruits, the bugle call made all the idle soldiers stand up straight and gather in front of the camp. They did not crowd together but gathered in twos and threes.

This is to prevent fireballs from landing in the crowd; separating is the best option.

After the general on the platform finished his long speech, the soldiers' morale was boosted, and the general decisively gave the order:

"Let's go! Let's break through the orcs' defenses in one fell swoop!"

Near the orc city, furtive figures darted through the forest. One orc on scouting suddenly collapsed, his vital signs vanishing at lightning speed before his body turned to ashes.

Maybe we can plant some bombs?

Go ahead and do it, but don't forget to record those who performed well in this battle and provide the list to General Joseph.

The deceased priests, who were sent on a mission, also quietly began their own training.

Their training missions were simple, with no hard and fast rules: find and record the best-performing soldiers, rescue the wounded who were on the verge of death, and lead the enslaved residents to escape...

They can do anything. Maginus, Miramia, and Melu will watch over them and select suitable positions for them based on their actions and choices.

They could all be maids in the palace, but once they left the palace, as important weapons of Maginus, they also needed to have other duties.

Some people have already done a lot of work under Mira's command and have been assigned to certain groups. For example, Evie was placed in Neko's reconnaissance group.

However, there are still many children who need to be screened. Once the foundation is laid, they will be divided into various branches of service, such as reconnaissance, assassination, assault, management, and so on. All of these require people to do them.

"Betty, do you want to come with me?"

“Okay.” Pressing the scar on her face, Betty responded to her companion, stroking her wand and falling silent.

Woo!

The horns sounded, startling a large number of birds into flight from the foot of the mountain. It was clear that the army had entered the mountains. The young priests who were guarding the forest exchanged glances, nodded to their companions in farewell, and dispersed.

Some were excited, some were afraid, and some were indifferent.

In the dream world, Maginus watched all of this. Mira and Melu each had a crystal panel in front of them, reflecting the images of everyone.

As for Mia and Neko, they stood at the forefront to prevent any accidents from happening.

Chapter 573

"Enemy attack!"

Woo!

As the heavy horn sounded, the orc warriors in the simple city were immediately awakened from their sleep, grabbed their weapons and armor from their houses, and rushed towards the vicinity of the city walls.

When they reached the city wall and looked at the army rushing through the jungle, their previous disdain for humans vanished instantly, replaced by solemnity and fear.

How can there be so many people? Wasn't there only a small group of soldiers before?

However, they had no time to consider it. Some orc shamans in the town ignored the orc generals' quarrel, having long known that this day would come.

This is a human nation. Even if they are human, let alone different species, would the king of this nation allow cities that are not under his jurisdiction to exist?

Previously, the orcs existed in the form of tribes and families, but they were more like bandits and robbers. Back then, they could run away at will, but now they can't.

"Don't worry too much. Our clan leader is a high-ranking one. That human woman on the other side may not be able to stand up to the clan leader."

The shaman still harbored illusions, but the others shattered them: "After dealing with the woman, how many can a wounded barbarian kill? Hundreds? Thousands? Look at how many soldiers are here."

Looking around, the mountains and forests were full of humans, interspersed with many dwarves, half-elves, elves, halflings and other races.

As they were discussing, immense pressure suddenly fell upon the shaman and all the orc warriors. An extremely tall orc emerged from the deepest part of the castle, displaying numerous bones as spoils of war and carrying a large bone sword.

He was the chieftain of this orc city, and also the strongest orc, emanating a terrifying aura.

"My people! This is the land where we will live and thrive; we must not give it to these humans!"

He raised his greatsword and roared, his simple words carrying anger and magic, which stirred the morale of the warriors. Many orc soldiers roared and vowed to defend the city that belonged to them.

While the main force drew attention, the faster-advancing assault teams within the army had already stealthily reached the side of the forest.

Looking at the uneven side of the city wall, they nodded to each other and exchanged coded greetings. They then took all the bottles and jars from their waists and began to mix alchemical explosives on the spot.

The raiders themselves knew nothing about alchemy; all the bottles and jars were prepared by the mage apprentices. They simply mixed the ingredients according to the proportions and weights, making it very simple and practical.

After mixing the potent alchemical explosives, they shook them vigorously a few times, then took out a bottle from the other pocket and threw it forward.

The group was in the forest, and there was a clearing between the forest and the city located on the cliff. The clearing was full of wooden stakes, which were obviously cut down by the orcs.

If they just rush out like that, they will be detected immediately and then harassed and attacked by orc archers. Many people will definitely die in the process. But with these small bottles, it's different. They are actually smoke bombs.

The bottles landed in completely different places, forming almost two rows. As the glass shattered, the potion reacted violently, producing a white, harmless fumes that stretched all the way to the city wall, creating a path that could obscure the archers' vision.

"on!"

The leader shouted and charged out first, moving through the fog and getting closer to the city wall. The orcs on the wall noticed something was wrong and raised their bows to try to shoot, but due to the fog, they couldn't lock onto anyone at all.

The raiding party arrived at the foot of the city wall and threw out three or four more fog bottles, vigorously shaking the bottles containing liquid explosives.

The alchemical bomb, which was already reacting slowly, became more violent due to their actions, with bubbles constantly emerging and the bottle opening becoming loose.

"leave!"

Bottles were thrown from the smoke against the wall, landing one after another, followed by a series of violent explosions!

A series of explosions occurred, and the powerful shockwave dispersed the clouds and fog. The raiding team members lay down on the ground to avoid the impact, and the orc archers on the city wall had no time to shoot arrows. The chain of explosions caused the city wall to collapse completely!

Once the impact subsided, through the thick black smoke, they could see an enormous hole blasted into the city wall. The captain turned around and shouted to the dust-covered men, "Go! Charge in and rescue them!"

The other soldiers in the forest also approached the gap. The raiding party's objective was simple: to protect the many human slaves as they left. As for the goblins and orcs, that depended on whether anyone pleaded for them; letting them go was not out of the question.

Entering the ruined city walls, the raiding party broke through the orc soldiers' blockade like a sharp knife and ran straight towards the direction where the slaves were imprisoned.

Upon arriving at the confinement location, the stench and blood did not hinder the warriors' actions. Ignoring the dead human corpses, they broke into thatched huts or stone houses. Several goblins on guard were about to scream when they were killed with a single blow.

The slaves were momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of human warriors, but their eyes quickly lit up as they knelt before the rough prison door.

"You...you've come to save us!?"

"Back off."

The warrior roared, slashing his longsword at the wooden lock to open the gate. Looking at the large number of human slaves and numerous goblins and kobolds, he gestured to his teammates to observe the situation outside, and subtly rotated his blade.

"Keep up with me, I won't care if anyone falls behind."

"Wait, sir! We have relatives who are imprisoned elsewhere. Please!"

Before the prisoner could finish speaking, the soldier held a knife to his neck, appearing extremely cold: "They will be rescued by others. If they can't be rescued, it's their own bad luck. Of course, you can also go and rescue them yourself, understand?"

Having said that, he didn't even look at the slaves' faces and rushed out the door. Some of the slaves who had objections dared not say anything more after this incident and followed the rescue soldiers to escape through the gap in the city wall.

After more than ten minutes, the slaves were led away from the orc city. When they arrived at the military camp, they were restless, but dared not move because of the fierce-looking warriors around them.

Soon someone found them gathered in the camp. Looking at the slaves of various races, he drew his blade and held a crystal ball in his hand.

"Next, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer."

"During your time as slaves, were there any who groveled before the orcs and used that to rise above you?"